This is a song about "Left"

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

'till there's nothin' left.

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

My insurrection: left rejected or disgraced

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Your family is left wondering why

Got nothing left to say

I was raised this way

Your father left you for another

Or something that you paid for

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

So with your mind left exploded

Never to the left i go

I'm never faded though